Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,52

listens.

“Close your eyes and don’t open them.”

She nods against me, her chest now rising and falling rapidly.

I push into her underwear and her hips lift a little, pushing me further.

The second I’m cupping her, her pussy clenches against my hold, and her lips part.

I dip inside her to coat my two fingers, then slide my hand back up until I can lock her clit between the two. I rub her, circling my fingers on each side of the sensitive nub. Double the contact, and I triple the pleasure when I start to squeeze.

Her head falls back farther, and she moans into the air. “I need this,” she whispers huskily.

“You need me,” I tell her, and she hums, licking her lips.

She starts grinding into me, chasing her orgasm but I take my time, working her slower rather than faster, only to slow down again when her muscles start to lock.

“Baby...” I breathe into her ear and she shudders against me. “Lift your shirt up for me, bra too. I wanna see how hard those nipples are for me.”

“Oh god,” she whispers, her mouth clamping tight as she does what I’ve asked.

She can’t help herself though, and right after she pushes her bra up, her hands dart down to her nipples and she pinches them good and hard, a sharp breath hisses past her lips.

“I need to come ... I need—”

I bite her neck and increase my speed on her clit, and she gasps. Her tits pushing up into the air.

Her hands on her nipples start to shake and she moves to grip them tighter.

I release her neck and quickly lift my fingers to her mouth.

“Lick.”

Her tongue swipes out, a deep moan leaving her.

I take my wet fingers and run them around her pebbled nipples, then pinch her hard.

I grind against her, my dick rock fucking solid beneath her and she pushes into me.

“I wanna feel you.”

“You do feel me, I’m so fucking hard.” I lick behind her ear and she whimpers. “I’m aching, baby.”

“I want you inside me...” She trails off as she starts to shake.

I push on her clit with my thumb and stick two fingers back inside her so I can feel her pussy convulse.

She squeezes my fingers, riding my hand completely unrestrained.

I bury my nose in her hair, groaning. “Your cum is mine, Raven.”

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, and another moan leaves her, her orgasm setting off a second wave.

All her muscles tense a moment before her body goes limp against me.

Her hand flops down, hitting the door with a smack, and a husky laugh leaves her.

She jerks from the heightened sensitivity when I pull my hand from her pants.

A whistle sounds in the distance and her eyes fly open.

She jerks upright, glancing out the window, and then her eyes slice back to mine.

Not taking mine off her, I fix her bra, my lip twitching when she shivers as the back of my hand brushes her now sensitive nipple and I smack her thigh. “Out, or we’ll miss it.”

Her features tighten, and she hesitates a minute, but then she shifts and hops out, fixing up her jeans, and tying her hair back quickly.

I grab the bag I brought from the backseat and throw it over my shoulder, locking up behind me.

She eyes me curiously, but I grab hold of her hand and move for the tracks.

The train has started to slow and the first few cars pass, so at an angle, we walk closer until it’s moving at a speed we can catch.

She yanks her hand free and we start running right alongside it.

“Now,” I shout, and she cuts a glare at me before bursting forward, latching on right as she hops from the ground and I make a jump for the back side of it.

We both pull ourselves in at the same time, slipping against the inside walls.

She laughs loudly, turning to look at me.

Dark strands of hair lay across her eyes, but she doesn’t bother fixing it. This time, before she can come this way, I dart across to her, grip her hips and spin in a circle until her back hits the corner with a soft thud.

She chuckles. “Well, isn’t this familiar.” Her hands move to my chest, and she looks up at me, but the longer I stare, her laughter disappears, discomfort taking its place.

Her touch slowly retreats, and she subconsciously pushes against the metal at her back as much as the space allows.

“Raven,” I call her name when her eyes fall from mine and